I love having guests over which is why I always keep a spare bottle of a fine substance for my guests who are pleased by taste of alcohol. Usually this is a bottle or bottles of some either expensive liquor, or my personal favourite beer for those moments of joy. It’s good to hide these bottles because sometimes the knocks on my door are from broke, thirsty and uninvited people who might fall in love with my precious alcohol collection and decide to stick around longer since their tongues are just similar to those of hungry dogs.
So it was on this day that I got calls from my gango, his chic and some females that there was need to pass by room later this evening. When booze benders say they are passing by, it always is important to note that they want a mini-party which I have to pay for and embarrassment isn’t something I am pleased with. I started cleaning my room which is basically removing the previous night’s bottles from the table and washing the glasses in preparation for a great evening.
But I couldn’t wait for them to arrive considering that I was from a marathon of geeky lectures. I then called up Rena and we went to the cinema to watch a movie but mostly get an excuse to start drinking early. Whoever introduced the sale of alcohol in the cinema deserves, well, a beer considering that it’s “kidney” priced. But he gave some of us a primary choice for a drink as we watch movies especially the boring ones but the prices have forced some elite drinkers to smuggle some in.
In the middle of the movie, the 3D effects made no sense and a lot of sense because my eyes added an alcohol dimension to the existing 3 but the experience is mind blowing. The credits rolled up and I slowly navigated through the stairs and luckily I was close to the wall when I missed a step and didn’t fall. But I never take such warning signs to stop and I went to Nakumatt.
I have a special attachment to the extreme right corner of Nakumatt because I get all my brands and I usually get a greeting from an attendant who welcomes me back as if the liquor section is my home. Rena picks a Bond 7, and I grab a crazy cock, some whiskey in splash-like boxes called “green label”, some Guinesses, the new Uganda waragi and a Red label. I could see a smile on her face as we placed these bottle in the trolley, and then set her free so that I could go and kiss the lips of my wives in the shopping bag.
I grabbed a bike to my kafunda only to be disappointed by a head count of one. Since I was sober enough to count myself, I called these friends who told me they were leaving some sort of fellowship. Upon arrival, I forced everyone to ‘bless the bottle,’ I then poured the ‘zinges’ of their choice into their wide open mouths. (***Well if you didn’t know what blessing the bottle was….You are welcome!)
As the glasses got filled and bottles less full, the music got louder but there was still something missing. One of my best friends asked us to go and fetch her other friends. I took a shot for the friend zone and walked to this babes’ place with the company of General Paul. We were greeted by the noise of a rather funny animation on the screen but my eyes were inclined to the blacklabel on these girl’s table.
As the ‘alcohol fueled mouth of Paul’ tried vibing the girls to join us, I slowly consumed the black label and after getting fed up of the excuses we carried the trophy I was sipping on back to my place. We made a lot of noise through the dark campus streets back to my kafunda by talking about the good feeling the height brought us.
The drinking continues as everyone is tasked to finish whatever is in their hands before we relocate. You could see the struggle on the faces of many as the spirits descended down their throats. We played a few more songs as I put on a jumper, some shoes and we found our way to Panamera where we took a bunch of blurred selfies.
It’s here where I ordered some shisha and the first deep puff called all the demons in the brewed material back to my head, a smile lit my face and this is confirmation that I am high. When i’m high I tend to see people I know and tell them liquor induced stories- which they enjoy. My victim was Misha a Campusbee colleague who was celebrating her birthday but the tales might overshadow the occasion. It was her and her friend’s that kept me good company until the knees started complaining.
I ignored my friends who had partially blacked out and went with a lad from class who offered to drop me off. I opened my door and realised a lot of alcohol hadn’t been consumed which means another drunken tale is on its way. Here is a toast to you.
